It is a rainy sunday afternoon
Drinking Hot toddy in the living room
And what else can I do
There’s nothing to do
There’s no place to go
I turn on the T.V. and there’s nothing to see
I turn on radio and I don’t want to know
And if I go to bed
There ain’t no head
Hot Toddy Toddy ho.
Hot Toddy Toddy Toddy Toddy ho.
Hot Toddy Toddy Toddy Toddy ho.
Hot Toddy Toddy Toddy Toddy ho.
I put on my shoes
And I got the blues
I put on my clothes
And I begin to rove
I can’t understand what’s wrong
What’s no good about me
Don’t know what it is
But it is certainly
When I look in the mirror
It’s nothing I can see
I walked down the street
Hot Toddy Toddy Toddy Toddy ho.
Hot Toddy Toddy Toddy Toddy ho.
Hot Toddy Toddy Toddy Toddy ho.
You say tomorrow is another day
I think the gloom will never go away
And what else can you say
There’s nothing to do
There’s no place to go
I turn on the T.V. and there’s nothing to see
I turn on radio and I don’t want to know
And if I go to bed
There ain’t no head
Hot Toddy Toddy ho.
I walked down the street
And who did I meet
Nobody but you
With nothing to do
I can’t understand what’s wrong
What’s no good about me
Don’t know what it is
But it is certainly
And when I look in the mirror
It’s nothing I can see
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